Ah, California. It never fails to proliferate irresponsibility.
Like a car in Fast and Furious, a beige sedan speeds down the highway. It passes every car in sight. On the upside, there aren't very many. On the downside, all drivers reap what they sow in this land.
Driving, Rachel takes a big long swig from a bottle of Hennessy. Damn, that stuff is powerful. It makes her feel like sprouting violet petals. Most times, she can't stay away from it. Most times, she nearly has a wreck.
She grabs a joint-one of many stuffed in a compartment beneath the radio, and lights it up. She inhales from it, and laughs each time.
She's coming up on the Golden Gate Bridge. She's going to have loads of trouble crossing it...
This time, alas, she doesn't even try. She plows right through the railing, and flies into San Francisco Bay, screaming as she goes along.
Wild and crazy, she bails out while the car is still in midair. The car splashes down near her. She swims like she's drunk and stoned. She's lucky she can swim at all.
The car bubbles, as it sinks. Rachel swims away, without any regard to how much of an auto maker's money she just trashed...and not to mention that car's real owner...
From above, a police spotlight spotlights her. She nearly drowns, because the spotlight hurts her eyes. It'll hurt her even more by morning.